Anderson
I thought about multiple ways to make him happy or make him comfortable. Ever since I was at his apartment and I got a view of his living room, it really gave off a tiktok home vibe. I decided to do that the moment he left yesterday, having them work on it all night. Somehow howay brain remembered the perfect detailing of his apartment living room and it stuck with me.
I discussed with Darla about things I could do to get him to start talking to me, keeping an apology out of it because even if the words were at the tip of my mouth, my mouth was still closed and I didn't feel like apologizing because it always caused me more than I could give.
She suggested that I make him feel better by making him feel at home and that was when I got the idea to change the apartment from a clean slate to that of his apartment. It took approximately twelve hours and thirty thousand dollars worth the finest home decor to get the image I had in my head to come to life. I know I didn't get every detail right but somehow I got to the point where it felt right two hours ago.
Again, Chris complained about everything, the noise and all the bits I was too focused on to let that deter me so I did it all till the image I saw in my head matched what they made. Working all night and not looking like shit this morning could only be a miracle. It was a long long night.
When I found out he was here, I resisted the urge to run back upstairs to check the room again to see if I got it right but I resisted the urge to do that so I could see him first. He seemed to be having a conversation with his sister before he hugged her and a small smile appeared on my lips. who would have thought, the way he was always looking off he was going to actually have some compassion in him.
He made eye contact and it only lasted a split second before he looked away and went to do other things like talk to Darla and pick up his box and suitcase. I low key found myself a little pissed that the chauffeurs didn't get all of his box and things upstairs but I let it slide. The last thing I wanted to do was make a scene when he was just trying to settle in.
He came up the stairs and I tried to meet up with him halfway there to get him to talk and I found him on the second level heading to the left hallway and I called his name.
"Hakeem…" I called and he stopped in his tracks without turning back as if expecting me to talk to him with his back facing me. I didn't even know how to handle it this time. It was so disrespectful for someone to not turn around when they were being called upon but I knew I couldn't just demand him to look at me but frustration got the better of me.
"Are you just going to stand there with your back to me or are you actually going to turn around to face me??" I asked in a mixture from frustration and annoyance, Just seeing the way his head twitched at my statement, I knew I have actually fucked up.
"I think I'm actually just going to keep heading upstairs, good day." He continued walking up his stairs and I let out a huge sigh of frustration knowing it was my fault because of the tone of voice I used. I decided to fight the urge to go after him knowing I would still have to go there to see if he liked it or if he didn't so that we could have it changed. I was low key hoping he would like it.
"How did it go? Did you talk to him??" Darla asked, somehow appearing close to me without me hearing her coming.
"He walked away," I said, frustrated watching the path he just passed.
"What do you plan to do??" She asked, looking at me with pity before touching my arm, looking me in the eyes and I got an uncomfortable feeling as she got closer to me. I was finding it hard to know if she was trying to comfort me or what but either way, I chose to not be a rude fuck and let her hold me arm until it made no sense anymore and I detached myself.
"Hey, I think I'm going to get to him to find out if he likes the room arrangements so that we can have it changed," I said pulling myself away from her and she held me by the wrist.
"Look I think he likes it okay, I mean who wouldn't because somehow you accurately remembered what his apartment looked like you know which gets me because I kinda refused to have that conversation with you but did you go to his apartment? Because I'm sure I dead ass heard him say so repeatedly. Why did you go there??" She asked with a curious look.
"Why did I go there…"
Good question but I had zero answer to because it was one of those situations where you were standing by your balcony smoking a weed you almost forgot you possessed and then some minutes later you are standing in front of an apartment door that's actually a penthouse situated on the 100 floor exactly where the executive penthouse suites were located which made me think now, if he lives in a penthouse and his sister drives a tesla, it means they were definitely not new to wealth, maybe new to fame but definitely not new to wealth.
The next thing I knew was I was knocking his door with so much conviction and he, a tired looking man opened the door surprised to see me and that was it, it just went down the heel from there.
"Honestly…I have no idea why I was there but I guess lowkey wanted to know if his address was valid," I came up with a genuine excuse because even though we ran a full background check on him we never really did see the place he wrote down.
"And you couldn't just send one of our private security to check him out, instead you risked going out open to the media attention. What if some of the paparazzi saw you and took a photo of you huh??" She asked to get closer, the suspicious blaze in her eyes only kept getting intense and kept me even more uncomfortable than I was before. I moved back laughing nervously.
"Why would I go out without a mask and glasses on, I even wore a scarf and heart back," I said trying to reassure her of my safety and driving the topic away from the angle she was heading towards.
"Which weren't all yours, so he lent you a scarf because…" She said getting closer again and at this point I was seriously breaking out a sweat in places that weren't supposed to be.
"Why do I have to explain my movement to you??" I asked her, suddenly getting defensive.
"Would you rather I get frost bites on my neck knowing I can be warm in this form but I'm still vulnerable to the weather around me…" I shot back and she touched my neck as if she was trying to check for bites but It didn't make any sense. Her fingers lingered for just a little bit longer than they were supposed to before letting me go.
"Well, he does care about you I guess," She said.
"Well he surely doesn't want to talk to me now," Letting the ting of sadness slip in between my tone and making her look at me weirdly.
"If I didn't know you, I would have said you sounded a little bumped up there because of it," She said, narrowing her eyes and I frowned immediately at her statement.
"I guess you are starting to know me less then…" I said walking away leaving her stunned and speechless.
Was that toxic of me?? Yes. Did I regret it?? No. She didn't have to be all up in my business like that.
I walked up the stairs As quietly as I could so I could avoid stirring a fake reaction. I really wanted to see how he reacted to the room genuinely before he let his hate for me come in between things. I was currently convincing myself that I only wanted him in my good books hence why I was doing what I was doing.
I stood by the door and studied his eyes move sharply around the room going to key details I knew I nailed perfectly. A small smile appeared on my lips as he cocked his head in a cute way, kind of how a bird would do if it was trying to understand something.
Hold the fuck up, scratch that cute away…I meant the bed was cute.
He didn't notice my presence even now that I felt I was breathing a little too loud because of the nerves racking up in me. I couldn't gauge his reaction from where I stood because he had his back facing me. He could be holding a mean frown and still tell me yes just to get rid of me and I knew eventually I was going to have to ask him the question even though I was dreading it.
"How do you like it??"...